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I'm of course saying goodbye but not a bad one. Stop holding your breath, hahaha😂 I have moved from www.254brady.ga to www.254brady.com There's no big difference actually but for the purposes of ‘professionalism’, and to make it easy for other visitors, I've finally come to this decision.

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Wild Child



I remember him
Like a sweet Catholic hymn
Like an old kindergarten rhyme
His bloodshot eyes
His mouth a haven to flies
I remember his cries
I remember the lonely soul
The smell... Foul
His eyes of owl


He looked at me
Standing on his knee
No glee, no glee
"Whose child am I?"
Like cups in a dancing tray
My heart knocked itself away
The voice lacked gaiety...
Yet I wasn't a deity
I deserved no piety


I saw his tears fall
I saw them all
Like a ferocious rainfall
"I want to be alive!!!"
His mouth was a hive
His brain an archive
He'd seen rivers
He'd been hit by shivers
Yet he'd overwhelmed survivors


"Why am I a stranger?
Was I born in a manger?
When will I be away from danger?"
Sweet naïve rhyme
"Does anyone have time
The wild took my thyme!"
I let him speak
"Was I born with a beak
See my heart leak!"


He'd lived in the wild
Yet someone called him child
A rugby field...
Sad sad sad life
Full of strife
Living on the edge of the knife
That evening
I looked in the mirror cursing
Then I saw him smiling!